I told you we were running late just before you hurried down the stairs. I was sitting in one of the wingback chairs in the sitting room, keys in hand, wearing the leather shoes you like, my collar pressed and starched and contrasting against the dark blue of my pants. You smiled at me while putting your last earring on and told me you were ready with a grimace.

I stand up and meet you at the door as you grab your purse. I stop, you look up at me, and tell me you’re excited to go to sushi, and that you hope we make our reservation. In front of the door I put my keys down on the counter and tell you to raise your arms over your head. You do, without hesitation, and I pull your sundress up and over your shoulders and out stretched arms. I hang it on the hook next to the cabinet to keep it from wrinkling. I tell you to unsnap your bras. You do, and I hang it on top of the dress. You’re now standing in the kitchen in heels and a thong, which I pull down, and make you step out of.

I scan your entire naked body, up and down, and feel your nipply tighten as I gently touch it with my fingertips. I tell you to walk to the living room, and watch your ass shake with each step as I follow. In the living room we have an oversized ottoman. The kind that doubles as a coffee table and that you store blankets in. I wave my hand toward it, “get on top please, on your knees and elbows.” You do. “Head down, arch tour back.” You do. Your ass is sticking straight up in the air and your head rests on your folded arms. The expression on your face is somewhere between relaxed and a soft smile as I tell you “good girl.” I walk around you for a moment, taking it all in: the round curves of your ass, your hip bones, the fullness of your pussy lips, your perfect tight asshole, and the lines of your shoulders as your hair rests down across them. I stand directly in front of your head and put both hands on your upper back and let them slide down to your lower back, the small of your back, and your ass- until I have my hands firmly planted on your cheeks. I spank you lightly with my right hand, and hear you giggle as you say “thank you.” I run two fingers down to your pussy, gently touching each side, and feel you shiver as my fingertips brush your clit, then slide up and across your asshole. I put my hands back on your ass and growl, “goddamn it you’re sexy. Look at you.” Again, you say thank you with a smile. I tell you to get on your back. And You do, and you look up at me, legs spread, still on the ottoman that’s your pedestal, as I reach down and gently grip you by the throat. With the other hand on your stomach, I lower down and kiss you, your full lips soft against mine, and lower onto my knees. “Say please, I say.” And you do, with a quiver, as your legs fall further apart